at home with ann

Archive for December 1st, 2006

6.30 a.m.
Languid languorous
Kittenish grace
Leisurely stretch
Stir awake
Soothing sounds
Sweet melodies
Just one more song
Oh love this one
Just five more minutes
This is the 7.30 news
What day of the week is it
Oh… noooooooooo
Bound out of bed
Tweak twitch curtains
Eeeeek wet wet wet
Hop skip jump
Shower hot hot hot
Give me five more minutes
Under steaming stream
Please… aaaah
Hot hotter hottest
For me… mmm… dreams
Should be watching clock
It can’t be, not yet
Slap on make up in five
Aitchoo aitchoo
Nooooooo… panda eyes
Now my attire
Trousers skirt suit
Sandals shoes boots
Yesterday brown
Erm… today fancy black
Must swap handbag
Has to match
Watch the time
Five minutes to spare
8.30 a.m.
It just can’t be
Not already
Where are they
My keys keys keys
Five more minutes lapsed
Who took them
To empty house
Rush rush rush
Maintain poise
Leap ladylike into car
Neighbour waves
Her screaming boys
No time to chat
Must escape
Hit dreaded school run
Please be green
Don’t be red
Brain in overdrive
Slow down
Camera here
Mustn’t speed
Huh… can’t
What excuse today
Does he believe me
Traffic bad
Dreadful weather
Road works
Or last five minute call
Oh no, he’s in
Before me
Cardinal sin
Good morning sir
Looks at watch
Good afternoon you mean
No sir
It is only five minutes
A girl must do
What a girl must do
Put kettle on
Then radio
Offer coffee all round
Fix hair and make up too
Workday starts
9.00 a.m.
9.30 a.m
Asks me
Tell me dear
Do I pay you to work
Or just be here
Naughty grin
Wink at him
Work indeed
Pouting peck
On chubby cheek
Basic prerequisite
Position unique
That’s me
Thought my job’s
Paid to be pretty
Draped on desk
The office accessory

Copyright 2006 ann raven

October 2, 1911I have a thousand images of you in an hour; all different and all coming back to the same… And we love. And we’ve got the most amazing secrets and understandings. Noel, whom I love, who is so beautiful and wonderful. I think of you eating omelette on the ground. I think of you once against a sky line: and on the hill that Sunday morning.

And that night was wonderfullest of all. The light and the shadow and quietness and the rain and the wood. And you. You are so beautiful and wonderful that I daren’t write to you…

And kinder than God.Your arms and lips and hair and shoulders and voice – you.
Rupert Brooke was an English poet. He wrote this love letter to Noel Olivier, his fiancee. Their love was complicated by the fact he felt great affection for Katherine Cox, one of his fellows from the Fabian Society. He was killed in World War One. (1887-1915)

the loves of my life

at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet ~~~ plato

thank you…

... to everyone whose pictures and videos I have borrowed; if anyone would like theirs to be removed, please tell me and I shall be happy to do so

all words here are mine ~ I’ll tell you when they’re not!

from long ago

in case I forget what day of the week it is

December 2006